“Bastards!”
Gung spit the word out, shaking his head rapidly side-to-side, as if he’d just resurfaced from underwater.
Arriving at the FOB’s entrance, the Wolfhound convoy pulled into another circuitous arrangement of concrete barriers and entered the Bravo gate. Dirt blast-barriers bordered the concrete jersey barriers. From outside the gate you could not see inside the FOB. It looked like the entrance to a mine.
A series of fences enclosed the FOB. The perimeter fencing consisted of an outer belt of triple concertina wire, and inside of that a chain-link fence crowned with another coil of razor wire. This fencing spread out from the gate area like an industrial scar on the ancient land, running 400 meters west before it turned northwest and continued almost a kilometer and a half befo
